Crescent

So many scholars held at hand, That many parents met dispair: "You want to see them? Well, you can't! The wise won't breathe your common air!" The Raven knew how many acts possessed his play. And so, the first was pushing them away. Carrying out the second part, The students gathered what he asked; Brewing, although labeled as an ancient art, Within itself great secrets masked. The next hoovestep for his goal: To control a newborn foal. How? Is this single stallion heartless? You should never ask yourself. For him, love's a game, no less! Another clumsy book in shelf! A stone-cold heart cannot be taken. From it no love will reawaken. By any method or another, He raised quite lovingly his colt. Though records question him: why bother? Why bring the play to such a halt? What he did ought not be told, Yet the play so did unfold. The warlock's scheme did not end here, Although of age he was afraid: The time of death was drawing near. Ha dared not lose what he had made! As common stallion, mortal mare, Of petty life they always care. "The Alicorns! They are eternal, But they're devious and infernal! To drain us of our youth And fill their own... It's so uncouth! But today we'll mock them back. We have one thing that they lack: Out might of will and brave resolve! The fear of death we will dissolve, And everypony shall evolve! Only you, my dears, receive... This brew! Once godlike power I achieve, There will be nothing I can't do! As for you, good son: Go spread the word. Begone. I shall make kings dance. Dance faster! Bow to me: your only Master!" (Not to worry. Records claim Riiven perished after the brew touched his core.)

No hoovesteps or wings could be heard at all; A letter now rested nearby on the floor. A crimson wax crest sealed the edges together, An ebony lace traced from top to its nether. To pick up the letter, I'll kneel. What words will this scroll reveal? The seal I will break an then I will see If the written adress goes really to me. A shame it would be to tear it apart. Fine writings on paper are such a rare art! Yet this vivid night won't let me read. The blue moon's light is what I need. I set my hues upon a lover's letter... It whispers sultry wishes for the better. I whisper back. This mare I knew so long...

...happened last day. In the chat, a poem began out of nowhere! And everypony played along! And so with Tales the verse began. My thought there was: "are you a fan? It's Frosts! How do you know? Just those who quote him can!" But thus my thought was left abreeze As Quillhart followed word with ease. The most unexpected can make one's heart swell... I wish I'd remember the poem as well.

You like it? Thank you! Indeed! It's part of story that came to mind. I'll be updating soon enough! ^^

A story I will tell to thee: So long afore the Everfree, When woods were but a single tree, An evil stood above them all, And Riiven was its common call. The warlock hid behind his wall, And whispered trancing lies to youth. He spoke of honor and of truth, Of some things he made to move. By all of them he was adored; They acted out on his accord, So following their hero's word. The stallion root of evil was, Yet death for him's an open clause.

If just once it came to thought That to others mattered not Times when I stood up and fought, Then to fall would be a waste, And of failure feel the taste, For success would lack its chaste. If I fall, it's for others to see That though painful it may be, It will matter not to me. I've been tripped and pushed around, Often cursed and even bound. But with luck I always found Kinds of those who helped me up, Friends to aid me leap the gap, Later guide across a trap. As a child, I understood, Then grew up and never could, If indeed alone I stood. What I love, I love alone. If there's anything I own, It's, alas, my flesh and bone.

This is too much fun!

You have a way with words, my friend! Nevertheless, I welcome you to the friendlest place and forum you'll find! Chanelings are a playworthy kind, I bet none of us mind. Step in, meet the friendly folk! Bottom line: hello! Hope to get to know you better. On a side note: what are your interests? Videogames... retro, rpg, modern? Shows? Books? Tell us more!

There are never enough greetings! So... Welcome, welcome, welcome to Canterlot! You'll find around a plenitude of things! If you feel like chatting, join. We're a friendly lot!

Huzzah! Quite a joy to welcome a D&D player! I'm a bit of Pathfinder zealot, on the other hand. Looking forward to get to know you better! On a side note: Making things? What sorts? Drawings? Crafts?

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